Chapter 143: Aggressive! (Seeking Subscriptions)

Wu Feng suddenly realized that this was not the era of smartphones with a wide variety of entertainment options.

Although the entertainment industry in Hong Kong is well-developed, there are not many truly fun and interesting game projects.

Perhaps, even if he just created a game like Five-in-a-Row, it could become a hit for a while.

In fact, he really did create it, attracting the attention of many children and teenagers.

What young people liked most, or rather, found surprising, were the Arcade Game Tournaments.

At this time, the famous fighting game series had not yet been released, so they could only use the arcade games of the same name as *A Better Tomorrow*, *Police Story*, and *Project A* as the competition grounds to see which player could clear the levels in the shortest time.

Even Wu Feng did not expect that with the hosting of various competition events, Garden Street and Tongcai Street became lively, and the flow of people increased rapidly.

His underlings were like they were celebrating a festival, as there was always one game they were happy to participate in.

Even the local residents and tourists of the two streets actively participated, and everyone was very enthusiastic.

In short, Wu Feng's goal of keeping his idle underlings busy was achieved.

At the very least, for the time being, they had no other thoughts or energy to do anything out of line.

But just at this moment, Wu Feng received a call from the newspaper Manager Liu Wenxiang, who informed him of some very bad news: Lin Baiyi's youngest son, Lin Ershao, had taken the initiative to come and ask for a price.

He was very interested in the *Night Color* newspaper and wanted to buy it out completely, offering twenty million.

It can only be said that Lin Ershao had the heart to build a career, and of course, there was also the reason of being attracted by beautiful women, so his initiative was quite strong.

After a simple investigation, he came to offer a price directly without any issues, with the air of someone wealthy and overbearing.

"Then how did you answer?"

Wu Feng asked curiously, "Don't let me down; I still trust Manager Liu quite a bit!"

"Don't worry, Boss, I rejected his acquisition idea directly!"

Liu Wenxiang expressed his loyalty, "It's just that I see that person is clearly not one to give up easily!"

Certainly, the other party is a super rich second generation, the kind who has whatever he wants.

"Alright then, I'll head over now!"

Wu Feng hung up the mobile phone, feeling quite helpless in his heart.

He didn't expect that Lin Ershao, instead of continuing to chase Asia Television, would come to poach his own corner first.

Upon reflection, he basically understood what was going on.

Lin Ershao must have taken a fancy to the influence of *Night Color* in promoting fashion trends.

Wu Feng did not feel surprised by this at all.

If the entire Lin Family had never noticed the product-promoting effect of *Night Color*, that would be what's abnormal.

As far as Wu Feng knew, the small-scale fashion trends brought about by the beautiful photos in *Night Color* could make a certain type of clothing product sell at least several thousand pieces, and tens of thousands was not impossible.

As for the Premium A-Grade Goods clothing, the total monthly sales were in the tens of thousands; that was the big head!

By the time Wu Feng arrived at the newspaper office, Manager Liu Wenxiang had already been waiting for a long time.

This guy was obviously a bit excited or even agitated, and he simply retold the story of Lin Ershao suddenly showing up and expressing on the spot that he wanted to buy the *Night Color* newspaper.

Finally, he added, "He was indeed generous, starting at twenty million!"

"Then do you think the *Night Color* newspaper isn't worth twenty million?"

Wu Feng rolled his eyes at this guy in annoyance and snorted coldly, "Look at your ignorant appearance; are you scared by a mere twenty million?"

Liu Wenxiang's expression was a bit surprised, and he asked curiously, "I think it's already a lot!"

"At the very least, it's enough to restart five or six *Night Color* newspapers!"

"Manager Liu, do you think *Night Color* is really that easy to run?"

Wu Feng was almost angered to laughter and said unhappily, "Do you really think it's that easy to design a popular piece of clothing every month?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to just hire more fashion designers?"

Liu Wenxiang was a bit confused; he really didn't think this was a difficult task.

Wu Feng was speechless and did not explain how many brain cells he had spent on it.

The fashion designers in Hong Kong are indeed excellent, but that was a matter for after the nineties.

The fashion trends in Hong Kong have always been considered quite outstanding in Asia.

But that is all!

Despite having several powerful clothing magnates, there are no well-known runway shows that match their strength.

"Then if Lin Ershao comes again, how should I respond?"

Liu Wenxiang hesitated and said, "Should I continue to refuse?"

"Set a time with him; I will talk to him personally!"

Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and he chuckled, "I'm actually very curious; such a matter only requires sending a manager over, so why would Lin Ershao come personally?"

"I think Lin Ershao is particularly interested in the beautiful photos in the newspaper!"

Liu Wenxiang mentioned a small detail he had overlooked, revealing a lewd smile that every man understands: "I guess he is even more interested in the beautiful women with different styles and temperaments in the newspaper!"

"I have heard that this person is an out-and-out playboy!"

"Then Manager Liu, do you think the operators at the Emotional Hotline would be interested?"

Wu Feng asked back, "I haven't cast a wide net; the resources of beautiful women in my hands are only so many!"

"I guess it's unlikely they would be tempted!"

Liu Wenxiang hesitated for a moment before speaking his mind: "What kind of family background does that person have? At most, he's just playing around out of curiosity. The operators at the Emotional Hotline are very shrewd!"

There were some things he found hard to say; what was the background of the operators at the Emotional Hotline?

Once Lin Ershao found out, he would probably turn hostile immediately.

The places he used to go to were all top-tier nightclubs in Central and Tsim Sha Tsui.

Having seen all kinds of beautiful women, how could he possibly be eagerly running over to take an interest in the Emotional Hotline operators, who are former nightclub hostesses from Shanghai Street?

Of course, Liu Wenxiang held no ill will; in fact, he quite admired the operators of the Emotional Hotline.

Their successful transition was due not only to the credit of their boss, Wu Feng, but also to their own hard work, which was indispensable.

Having already successfully turned over a new leaf and earning a decent income, how could they possibly jump back into the fire pit?

He had come into contact with these beauties, and they were quite formidable!

"That settles it then!"

Wu Feng said indifferently: "As for the artists from the film and television company, I don't manage them very strictly!"

"If they are dazzled by Lin Ershao's money, I certainly won't step forward to play the villain!"

"But if we are really talking about how stunning the artists at the film and television company are, what do you think, Manager Liu?"

Sweat immediately broke out on Liu Wenxiang's forehead; how was he supposed to respond to that?

If this were to reach the ears of the parties involved, he would surely face resentment or even cold stares.

"The beauties at the film and television company are all very gorgeous!"

Liu Wenxiang laughed and said: "Boss, you wouldn't be dissatisfied with your own employees, would you?"

"You guy!"

Wu Feng did not mean to pressure him, and with a light laugh, he changed the subject: "Lin Ershao coming forward in person shows that our *Night Color* newspaper is doing well; otherwise, how could it have caught his eye?"

"That is true!"

Liu Wenxiang nodded in agreement; the people of Hong Kong were quite superstitious about famous tycoons, believing that whatever they took a fancy to was good, and they rarely doubted it.

"Keep up the good work!"

Wu Feng encouraged: "Strive to develop *Night Color* into the largest fashion newspaper in Hong Kong, and by then, others will respectfully call you a 'fashion guru'!"

As for titles like 'Godfather', that would naturally have to be accepted with a smile by Wu Feng alone.

In fact, the *Night Color* newspaper would soon experience a major explosion.

Once Wu Feng took over Asia Television, relying on its powerful promotional capabilities and rich resources of female stars, it would be hard for *Night Color* not to flourish as long as he slightly tilted resources and traffic toward it.

By then, he would build *Night Color* into Asia Television's exclusive entertainment partner newspaper.

Adding that to the original enhanced features, if it couldn't soar to the skies, Wu Feng would have to consider whether the newspaper staff were holding him back.

Once it reached that point, the circulation of *Night Color* would likely be higher than even *Mong Kok News*.

Once the circulation exceeded 100,000, it would be a proper major newspaper in Hong Kong; how could the subsequent influence and advertising revenue be compared to the mere 20 million right now?

In the current Hong Kong, it is very difficult to play with a media matrix, but full media coverage is fine, right?

He had originally only intended to stroll around the newspaper office, as he still wanted to return to Shanghai Street to carefully observe the many entertainment game competitions he had stirred up, summarize his experience, and improve his organizational skills.

It was just that he couldn't fully stretch his legs at the moment, and he still had many plans in his heart that he wanted to try.

These were all thoughts he had in his previous life, a way of fulfilling his wishes.

It was just unexpected that Lin Ershao would be more impatient than he had imagined.

Liu Wenxiang took a phone call and immediately turned to inform him that Lin Ershao wanted to meet.

If he wanted to meet, then meet; he set it directly at the newspaper office.

Accompanied by the roar of a top-tier sports car's engine, Lin Ershao made a flashy entrance.

Upon meeting, Lin Ershao was actually startled by Wu Feng's youth.

"I had heard that Wusheng was very young, but I didn't expect him to be this young!"

"Haha, there's no help for it; if I don't strive while I'm young and full of drive, I probably won't have this current spirit by the time I reach middle age!"

Wu Feng responded casually and invited the man to sit in the office to be served tea.

It was clearly visible that this person had no interest in the tea and had no intention of touching it at all.

"Actually, I'm quite curious!"

Wu Feng did not stand on ceremony and went straight to the point: "With the wealth and strength of the Lin Family, why did you take a fancy to *Night Color*, a newspaper that has only just risen?"

"Major newspapers like *Sky Daily News* or *Economic Journal* should be the targets the Lin Family would fancy; could Young Master Lin help clear up my confusion?"

For some reason, when Lin Ershao heard the address 'Young Master Lin', he felt inexplicably annoyed.

He was a full ten years older than Wu Feng, yet he was being called 'Young Master'?

Someone who didn't know better might think Wu Feng was mocking him to his face.

"I am interested in *Night Color* myself, so I came to discuss it in person!"

Lin Ershao did not stand on ceremony and said bluntly: "How about it, 20 million, one final price!"

"Sorry, I am not selling *Night Color*!"

Wu Feng said frankly: "This is a very important link in my cultural and entertainment system!"

"But I really want to buy it!" Lin Ershao's eyes were sharp, and his tone was aggressive.

"Then there is nothing to talk about!"

Wu Feng casually swept the teacup to the floor and retorted with a cold laugh: "Young Master Lin is not welcome here, please leave!"

"Good, good, very good!"

Lin Ershao's eyes were sinister as he rose with an angry laugh: "I hope you won't regret this later!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

(End of chapter)